His second chance

Ch. 3 (Revised)

*William's POV*

        After comforting my sister for a little while longer, I got up and moved into the kitchen. The cabinets were still that mint color that I've hated since they were painted.

        Dark brown or the natural wood pattern would look better. I glanced through the horrid cabinets, grabbing a large can of tomato sauce and a pack of spaghetti.

        Surely, they won't mind me cooking on day 1, right? I shrugged my precious leather jacket off and hung it on a chair. Like hell I'd ruin my second baby! The shit was expensive!

        Grabbing a worn-down apron, I tied it around my waist then grabbed the spaghetti and tomato sauce. Pulling out a pot and pan, I filled the pot with water and placed both of them on the stove.

        I quickly rushed to open the window and turned on a fan before activating the stove, the smell of gas hitting my nose and then disappearing instantly.

        Checking the fridge, I moved a few things aside and pulled out a wrapped plate of plain hamburgers. Not one had cheese on top, it's better I use them rather than letting them go to waste.

        I rolled on a pair of gloves and started cutting and tearing the patties apart, throwing them into the empty pan. Afterward, I then opened the tomato sauce and added it to the meat, gently stirring it.

        The boiling water caught my attention next. I poured the spaghetti into it with a pinch of salt, being careful not to break any of it. I continued to stir them both until the noodles were ready, testing them by eating one.

        Then I strained them, poured them back into the pot, and mixed them into the sauce. Letting that sit, I walked over and got out three plates, placing them on the counter.

        I removed the pot from the fire, turned the stove off, and took off the apron as I left the kitchen to gather the other two.

        "Hey, Dad. Get to the table. Dinners done." He nodded at my words with a huff and shut his television off.

        I then walked over to Bella's "room" and crouched down in front of her.

        "Hey, kid. Are you gonna go eat willingly, or do I have to force-feed you with a tube?"

        She shook her head and got up, swiftly walking to the table. Must have remembered that I don't kid around with healthy decisions. Good baby sister.

        I followed her and placed a good amount of spaghetti onto her plate, daring her to complain. She just rolled her eyes and started eating.

        As we silently ate the food, the rain outside was the only source of sound apart from the clinking of metal and glass.

        Dad gave me a brief look of gratitude as he watched Bella finally eat more than a forkful, to which I shrugged.

        After dinner, Bella tried to return to her chair, but I stopped her and shoved a towel into her arms. "You are taking a shower. You smell worse than dumpsters in alleyways!"

        She tried to shake her head but I cut her off. "You will shower, or I'm going to drop you fully clothed into an ice-cold bath!"

        "Fine." She mutters before walking off to the bathroom.

        I nodded my head in accomplishment and moved into her bedroom, grabbing a hoodie, a pair of sweats, and a set of undergarments that lay unopened in plastic on the floor.

        Walking back into the kitchen, I grabbed the small stool and moved it in front of the locked door, placing the clothes on it. I then returned to the kitchen and cleaned the dishes.